Bright Sword: I checked in amidst the aftermath of the battle

Chapter 45 The Military Headquarters' Telephone

Wang Yousheng then said, "Battalion Commander Zhang, don't you find it strange that the 358th Regiment suddenly transferred troops here?"

"Huh? What's wrong? What did you find out?" Zhang Dabiao scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered.

Wang Yousheng added, "I still think the real purpose of the 358th Regiment was not the pillbox."

Zhang Dabiao realized what was going on: "You mean there's something wrong with this phone?"

"good."

Zhang Dabiao then said, "But how are we supposed to answer this call? After all, I don't speak Japanese."

"It's okay if dogs can't speak dog language, there's a translator, isn't there?"

"What's wrong?"

While Zhang Dabiao was bewildered, Wang Yousheng immediately pulled out his Mauser pistol and pointed the muzzle at the Japanese translator's head.

Wang Yousheng shouted, "You, answer the phone and see what the Japanese are saying!"

The Japanese translator was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

"Eighth Master, Eighth Master, spare my life, I..."

"catch!"

Wang Yousheng shouted again.

Meanwhile, with a gun pointed at him, he entered the pillbox, and the telephone was still ringing.

The Japanese translator answered the phone under threat to his life.

Wang Yousheng listened carefully, but couldn't understand what he was hearing; he only heard a long string of words being mumbled on the phone.

The interpreter, unsure how to respond, covered the receiver and turned to look at Wang Yousheng blankly.

Wang Yousheng then asked, "What did they say?"

The translator honestly replied, "Eighth Master, it's a call from the military headquarters in Yangquan County, requesting to speak with Captain Sakurai Takeshi."

"Oh?"

A phone call? We sent him back to his hometown a long time ago.

Wang Yousheng's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him. He said, "Just say he got drunk from the celebration wine and is sleeping. We can't wake him up."

"this……"

"quick!"

The translator spoke honestly for a while, and then hung up the phone after more than a minute.

Wang Yousheng then asked, "Is it over?"

"Yes, Eighth Master."

"What did they talk about?"

The translator honestly replied, "It seems that several cars are going to pass through the pillbox tonight, and they need us to let them through."

Before Wang Yousheng could respond, Zhang Dabiao became agitated.

Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up. "A car? What's that?!"

The interpreter shook his head, indicating he didn't know, and then said, "From what the Imperial Army... well, from what the Japanese commander said, it seems quite important."

Zhang Dabiao replied without hesitation, "Damn it! There's definitely something good in here, Shengzi!"

"What's wrong?" Although Wang Yousheng had transmigrated, he lacked practical experience and had no idea what Zhang Dabiao was up to, getting so excited.

Zhang Dabiao then said, "No matter what comes, let's take them on. This time we've brought enough men, as well as so many shells and supplies. Let's ambush them again."

"Oh my?!"

This time, Wang Yousheng was stunned. Everyone said that Zhang Dabiao was not afraid of trouble in battle, nor was he afraid of death in causing trouble.

Keep in mind, this is in enemy-occupied territory.

I just explained it over the phone. There are several cars coming. Who knows if it's the military or something? We'll do it right away. Is Zhang Dabiao always this reckless?

Wang Yousheng quickly thought of the 358th Regiment and said, "It seems we guessed right. The 1st Company of the 358th Regiment is probably after these vehicles. If a company with its own troops dares to ambush, the vehicles might be carrying supplies or something."

"That's right!"

Zhang Dabiao gave a thumbs up and praised, "Shengzi, your analysis is correct. No wonder the regimental commander took a liking to you. Damn it, it's a pity that you're not a combat staff officer with that brain."

Wang Yousheng smiled faintly and said, "Since that's the case, then we can't let them get away with it. Let's put our plans together and pull off a big score."

"All done!" Zhang Dabiao nodded repeatedly.

The translator next to them was dumbfounded. Were all the Eighth Route Army soldiers this brave?

Let alone whether it's supplies or not, even if it is supplies, there should at least be one or two squads of Japanese guards, right?

The interpreter had been working for the Japanese for some time and knew their situation. Several cars meant they were definitely carrying heavy weapons. Could it be that they were planning another drug-fueled ambush?

However, he didn't think too much about it. He figured he could just sneak away if a fight broke out. Non-aggression was his current principle.

but……

The translator had no idea that while he was thinking, Wang Yousheng and Zhang Dabiao were already watching him.

"Eighth Master, what are you doing? I'm a good person. I work as a translator for the Japanese, but I've never harmed ordinary people or hurt you, Eighth Master."

As the translator spoke, he began to wail so much that he almost knelt down.

At this moment, he thought to himself that Eighth Master wanted to eliminate the threat completely.

Wang Yousheng lifted his sleeve and rebuked him, "You just said you haven't harmed any civilians or our comrades, is that true?"

The translator nodded honestly: "Yes, yes, I was only brought here to be a translator last month. I'm a returned overseas Chinese."

Wang Yousheng frowned slightly: "Oh? A returned overseas student, a playboy?"

"Yes, yes..."

Wang Yousheng then said, "Alright, you haven't harmed any of your compatriots, so I'll let you go this time. However, you have to do something for us next. If you do it well, I might let you go."

"Really?" The translator's eyes lit up.

Wang Yousheng said, "Of course, I have never lied."

"What are your orders, Eighth Master?"

Wang Yousheng added, "In a little while, you'll change into a Japanese officer's uniform and pretend to be the duty captain here. We'll change into Japanese soldiers' uniforms, and we'll take advantage of the situation to catch the Japanese red-handed."

"ah?!"

The translator was so frightened that sweat poured down his forehead. Impersonating a Japanese officer? Wasn't this pushing him into a fire pit?

He does understand Japanese, but there's no guarantee he won't give himself away, and then he'll be the first one to die.

Zhang Dabiao immediately lost his temper.

The muzzle of the pistol was pointed at his forehead, and the tiger-like eyes glared at him: "What? You don't agree? Believe me or not, we'll kill you right now."

"Yes, I agree..."

Immediately, Zhang Dabiao ordered a dozen or so soldiers from the first company to stay behind, while the rest hid near the pillbox with their weapons. Since the recruits had not yet participated in actual combat, Wang Yousheng had them follow him outside to wait.

"To kill two birds with one stone" means to do one thing and then do another at the same time. Zhang Dabiao has been in the underworld for so many years, and this is the kind of thing he likes to do the most.

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Several hundred meters outside the pillbox, the entire First Company of the 358th Regiment was hidden around the woods.

Ma Xianli sat under a tree to rest. He waited until the flowers had all withered, but he still hadn't received news that the Eighth Route Army had withdrawn from the blockhouse.

"Damn it, what's going on? What are these Eighth Route Army soldiers doing?"

Ma Xianli suddenly stood up, clearly impatient.

The adjutant beside him, equally furious, said, "Company commander, why don't we just go over there and say we don't want the supplies, but the pillbox is ours?"

"Yes, that's the plan. We can't let the Eighth Route Army cut off the battalion commander's source of income!"

Just as he finished speaking and was about to give orders, a communications soldier hurriedly came over.

"Report!"

"explain!"

"Company commander, those cars are coming this way, heading towards the pillbox."

Ma Xianli's eyes lit up, and he raised an eyebrow, asking, "Have the Eighth Route Army withdrawn?"

The scout reported: "No, no, they even wore Japanese uniforms, it seems they're also here for our mission."

Ma Xianli's face instantly fell: "What?! Damn!"